in the silence, shadows loom, i grapple with my private doom. food, my solace, my despair, calls to me from everywhere.

each morsel, a fleeting balm, in the chaos, a moment's calm. yet beneath the comfort, a plea, a desire to finally be free.

mirror, mirror, reflecting pain, a story written, etched in shame. i seek release, a lighter frame, but all i find is more of the same.

craving’s hold, so tight, so deep, in the lonely hours, i weep. to resist, to rise above, to find strength where there’s none.

each bite a secret, buried low, a struggle only i know. wishing for control, for peace, for this torment to finally cease.

for in this cycle, i find my plight, day turns to night, and night to day. yet somewhere, hope feels far away, a distant dream, fading gray.